A rented tux. My tiny 500 sq ft apartment in DC, where all the furniture had been crammed into the bedroom. A young relationship, after just a few months of dating. Some fancy finger foods. Our closest friends, dressed to the nines, plus a few neighbors who heard all the noise and joined in. A blown speaker after we cranked it up too many times. One of the last times I saw Rick without facial hair. The best dance party.
Fast forward to December 31, 2023. Second Chapter Brewing New Year's Eve Gala
Who would've imagined that 13 years later, we would get to throw a party like this together?